Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.